My Story...

December 10, 2018

As a kid in the late 70s in rural southwest Missouri, there weren't many places to play pinball - bars, bowling alleys, the Elks lodge and VFW were all pretty much "off limits" to ten-year old kids! At that time, though, the world was different place than it is today and on my bicycle, I could ride around and found the new Quik-Trip store (that had previously been an empty field where my friends and I played) put in a Bally "Evel Knievel", then a "Charlie's Angels"... the Evel Knievel I remember well as the machine had a flaw in that it would always match on "70". So, we quickly learned to "tilt" the machine when the last two digits were "70" on our last ball and we could play until we got tired. I bought my first pins in the early 90s, a "Flying Carpet" and a "Hot Line", followed by a Baby Pac-Man. About that same time, I made a good friend with whom I played pinball at a local bar that resulted in me owning an Earthshaker and a Fun House today.